Wrapped in reality
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I sense the world I create.
A sheet of knowledge surrounds
My body like a lake.
The reality around
Is my own creation.
It's a music without sound
When without imagination.
Each object, a cognitive layer,
Each layer, a new memory.
All perception leads further
Into self-knowledge and alacrity.
Wrapped in reality, my own,
I sense the world I create.
Environment is the spinal bone
Of the world in which I partake.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The aim of meaninglessness
Is to put everything into doubt,
So that you're never senseless.
Gazing at yourself
Is looking through a glass,
A mirror of your self
Reflecting your class.
Think about it, for
The wrap of reality
Is a sureness you'll die for.
Hesitancy on the contrary
Will allow the lake
To fill your soul
And allow knowledge
To drown your host.
And finally you'll understand
That what surrounds you is fake.
Reality is nothing more than land
Upon which you walk till you reach the lake.
